The brightest colors seem so dull in the eyes of the lonely

Their spirits just can’t seem to survive their sad times

They’re just sitting in the house alone by the window just waiting for friend to come by

And finally realize their cries

The silent pleas for help

As we hold our heads high

CHORUS

Haven’t we all been the ones to cry, to scream and shout with tears pouring out our eyes

So where’s the right to criticize their lives

Without knowing why they struggle every day or the source of their pain

Like a lighthouse guys lost ships from the dark we can guide their lost hearts

See those doll eyes in the crowd all they want is a light

to save them from their own dark ocean

CHORUS

Haven’t we all been the ones to cry to scream and shout with tears pouring out our eyes

So where’s the right to criticize their lives

Without knowing why they struggle every day or the source of their pain

Haven’t we all been the ones to cry to scream and shout with tears pouring out our eyes

So where’s the right to criticize their lives

Without knowing why they struggle every day or the source of their pain

Are WE the source of the pain

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